This is a song about "Armed robbery"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Apparitions of armed archers aside aztec alcoves.

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

With it, my life is cocked, its like i'm armed with a timer bomb.

But momma raised me right wont be a robbery

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Aiming at the opulent armed only with a pen an a paper. armament.

I thought it was important to go right into the booth after the argument

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery

I'm armed with a 380 on the way to barnum and bailey's

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

Armed with starcraft raps, but you can't see me like i'm harborin' arbiters

Face other attackers, everyone armed with daggers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth